The Still Living Club

I can't call it quits here. Even though it seems that I am walking through one shitty tragedy to the next, I guess it could be worse. I've made it thus far, and it would be a insult to give up here. But where is here? Here is where cities burn, you can watch your friends die, with the occasional psychotic killing group popping in every so often, and then the cherry on top of the crap pile would be awarded to the zombie apocalypse. Some days I wonder if would be better to be dead, then I wouldn't have to feel the pain of my wounds, have the death's of those close to me replaying in my sleep, or have to worry about who's next. I'm living to hold unto the hope that this isn't the end, that their sacrifices weren't in vain. So that's why I am not going to put a end to everything here, at the very least without a fight.